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Even as she began to slip into the gloaming of her life, the primal need to live…to survive...clawed at her soul.R. W. Patterson
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One celestial quake and the timeline belonging to her had imploded in the heavens like a dying star. It was like falling into oblivion, she thought wearily, the tattered remains of her life floated–unanchored in a vacuum of what was and what little remained.R. W. Patterson
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On days such as this, Death’s long shadow hung like a broken halo over everyone–a sign of things to come.R. W. Patterson